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Speaking of Piglet

Save the deli. I lent the book to a waiter who left town and never got it back. This one I’ll send back to David Sax and ask him to sign it for me and make me promise to never lend it out again.

The waiter’s chef had placed a pastrami sandwich on my plate that even mustard would not remedy. I spent my childhood going to Jewish delis in Montreal and NYC, and this was awful so I lent him the book.

OK, I’m a wanna-be sometimes Jew, for pastrami, smoked meat, and latkes, I’ve gone out for a latke breakfast twice in the past month, probably a sin for a lapsed Catholic married to a lapsed Protestant for over a decade. Matzoh balls and chicken soup. No wonder its called penicillin.

Challah turned into bread pudding. Montreal smoked meat on rye with a beer. Ah, that’s life. Since the waiter took my book forever I just ordered another, a used copy. Save The Deli by David Sax will now be part of my reference collection of cookbooks, of which there are a few select tomes by none other than Julia Child, James Beard, Simca Beck, Edna Lewis, Barbara Kafka, just check my cookbook series and see….. Dee

A Simple Supper

Years ago my mother used to make this baked sandwich, and I couldn’t wait for it to come out of the oven with all the crispy melted cheese. I used two extra-large pita bread rounds and cut each in half, filled them with grated extra sharp cheddar (Cabot) and two slices cooked applewood sliced bacon per half and baked on sheet pans at 350 for about ten minutes. Unable to find my first NYTimes matzoh ball recipe I cheated and got the box. After cooking the matzoh balls I added them to boxed organic chicken stock with a few slices of roasted carrots from Christmas dinner. Jim loved the soup and sandwich combination.

A tiny bit of matzoh meal is all it takes to make dinner for at least four diners! Jim had seconds, I’ll have to send a box or two to his mother in TX. I had the honor of bringing her to her first deli. Folks from rural areas there don’t know about hot pastrami or latkes but they do know their brisket, except it’s smoked. Jim’s uncle crafted his own smoker and babysits his briskets for 13 hours!

As for the soup, it’s Jewish penicillin! Who am I to talk, raised Catholic with a Christian husband. I just know from being filled with smoked meat as a child, by relatives in Montreal it was a natural progression to the Jewish deli and its delicacies.

Now I need to know what to do with the rest of the lamb. I’d like to do a shepherd’s pie but Jim has had enough bad restaurant versions in the UK to turn off that one. If I can find ramekins today I’ll try a pot pie with veloute, carrots, fresh green beans, chopped lamb, perhaps a potato or two and frozen puff pastry as a crust. It’s a shame to waste four ribs of a rack of lamb. Before I do this, he may have me put on snowshoes or skis so if I do not return to this blog, I fell down a mountain and crashed.

Two days from now, call 911, Val The Vet for Zoe, cook and maid service for Jim. Given that as a possibility, we may try snowshoes or go bowling. Yes, bowling might work. The last time we went was years ago. There was an expert practicing on a lane alone right next to us. I hit a possible spare that needed a 7-10 split to make. Dumb beginners’ luck I hit it. The expert congratulated me and made my day.

Yes, let’s stick to ground-based activities. First comes taking Zoe out and making breakfast, perhaps cheese omelets and maple sausage. Hot biscuits. It looks cold out there this morning and we’re using the shades for warmth but I can feel the cold coming in through the glass wall of windows out to the nature preserve. Wishing you a happy holiday weekend! Cheers, Dee

Deli

I just bought myself “Save The Deli” by David Sax. Checking up on recent Amazon orders, tracking packages, I was sent ten top cookbooks by Amazon and had to check them out. Especially since it mentioned there may be one good deli here in Mormon Country.

Deli was not what I grew up with, in a small village in upstate New York. It was after college that I learned about bagels. I read about how they were made and know the feel and taste of a really good one. I also knew when our Irish assistant bought “bagels” for our legislative committee that included several NYC Jewish bagel experts (she also bought a bagel slicer, laughingstock of the meeting) I told her they were not bagels at all but rolls with a hole in the middle. I explained the water bath process yet she insisted on serving them for breakfast. What did they say? “These aren’t bagels, they’re rolls with a hole in the middle!” ‘Nuff said.

I did get to Dairy Planet in NYC once, for pierogies. Stage Deli, Carnegie Deli. In Texas I had to go to Katz’s every couple of months for a hot pastrami on rye and one latke. Sour cream and applesauce. Once I made matzoh ball soup with a NYTimes recipe that called for 1T vodka. I’ve tried for 20 years to find the recipe again as those were the lightest matzoh balls I’ve ever had. Very delicate. No luck.

Digressing from my story as I become more excited and hungry for deli foods I’ll tell you that my first adventure into smoked meats was in Montreal. My mother grew up there, and Ben’s was their favorite Deli. There are family stories of sweethearts meeting there for the first time. It was a big deal in the Depression (the 30’s, not this one). Smoked meat was a treasure my dear Aunt Joan used to buy and make at home for us, steaming it until just warm and serving it on good rye bread with deli mustard. When I was old enough I’d go to Ben’s when visiting and add a Molsen Ale to that order. The book I just ordered, when it arrives, may tell me more of the smoked meat tradition in Canada (Montreal) but I find it much more delicate than pastrami or corned beef.

Now a funny bit: a lady asked the butcher at a local grocer for corned beef for her father-in-law who was visiting. We’re talking Utah! Even in TX they sell corned beef “kits” to cook at home, plus mesquite brisket that I miss terribly. The butcher couldn’t think of a source around here for good deli meats. Hot pastrami, rye bread, deli mustard, a pickle, a latke. I can almost smell it. My husband got a car for Christmas. I got a music book. Perhaps he can find me a sandwich… Cheers! Dee